WARNING! CHARACTER DEATH
...AND IT'S A BIT MESSED UP TOO, ACTUALLY...
If you dislike Character death or dark dealings, then I don't recommend you read this chapter. Don't say I didn't warn you!
On with the Sad Ending, I guess!
Erik turned white. He just knew that she would remember. And he was the monster that lied to her!
It's all Erik's fault! Erik is nothing but a scheming, monstrous demon that ruins lives! Oh that the dear loyal daroga could see me now! Ha! What would he think of the monster? Oh that Christine could the mind of her poor unhappy Erik and know the pain of his deceit...
Erik's internal rant soon spilled into his melodic voice and frightened Christine to the other end of the room, where she crouched into a corner and shielded her head as if worried he would throw something at her or strike her.
Seeing his angel frightened of him only made Erik more upset, sending him into a fit of sobs and berating of himself before finally crawling from the room and into his own, the resounding thwack of his closing door shaking Christine's walls.
Even though he was gone, Christine did not move from her place on the cold floor, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, crying into the heavy skirts of her expensive gown.
What have I done? I've made my situation worse. She lamented in her mind.
~POTO~
Erik fell into his coffin bed, collapsing with his head buried into the pillow, deep and heart wrenching sobs ripping from his chest and echoing in the room around him.
It's all Erik's fault, but Erik should have expected it. Oh yes! For no one can love this monster, this face! The face not even a mother can love!
What is there left for me? Was a shared thought between them. Despair gripped them both, and neither could see a point to it all anymore. Christine thought that the Opera Populaire was gone, meaning her life and friends. Erik knew that she would never so much as want to look at Erik now, even with his mask on.
Both knew what they would do to make the days of the one from across the hall happy.
~POTO~
It was the next morning that the rubble blocking the left half of Erik's lair was blasted away from the entrance, and police forced their way in to the ruined sections. All they could find was rubble until one man found an undamaged tunnel leading to the right half. Several men explored it to find three rooms. One was an office like room with a desk covered in sheet music, obviously the work of a genius. One room was empty, but contained expensive furniture, a bathroom and female clothing. And then there was the other room.
Inside was a desk, again with music, a bathroom, male clothing and a coffin bed. On the bed was the body of man wearing a mask, holding a golden ring in his clammy fingers with a tight grasp, a smile etched onto the face, lying perfectly straight, a bloodied dagger nearby and a wound in the chest, leaking blood onto the already red blankets.
To the right on the bed was the body of a girl, holding loosely in one hand a bottle of what they later found to be poison, with tumbling gold hair, curved around the man, her arms clasped at his torso and a smile also gracing her still features and if she died embracing her love.
It wasn't until they removed the bodies that they found the girl was clasping a note as well, with a simple message.
When we are found, bury me him. Because I wasn't with him in life, so I will be in death.
Right, so for those of you who didn't quite understand what happened, Erik went to his room and committed suicide because Christine hated him and thought that would make her happy. Christine knew she was essentially trapped there and went to tell that she loved him, even though it was a lie, and found him dead, so decided to join him to make his spirit happy.
I said it was sad a bit messed up.
So, that's it. That's the end of Speechless. Hope everyone enjoyed. Feel free to leave reviews or PM me, or read my other stories.
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-TPTAOM